"Ciss, did you see his face," Bella said, linking arms with her sister, "I love you!"
"Me, as well," Lucius replied in a mumble.
"I know." She replied, "God, that felt good!"
"Uh, Cissy?" Bella began to ask, "Where are you going?" Cissy had led them downstairs towards Voldemort's chambers.
"Voldemort, of course," she replied, "Who else? I'm reporting to him on his new perverted follower."
"No, Cissy, you better not be, no, STOP!" Bella yelled at her sister, jumping in her way.
"MOVE IT! NOW!" Cissy shouted, placing her hands on her hips.
"NO, the Dark Lord wouldn't even care if that pervert raped me! Please, just spare me the humiliation, please!" Bella begged, "I don't want the Dark Lord to be ashamed of me."
Ahem!
The three froze in shock. Bella spun around. A foot away, Voldemort looked down upon her with a raised eyebrow. Bella was too transfixed that she forgot to bow, unlike Lucius, where as Cissy kept her spine erect.
Lucius was the first to speak, "My lord, we were just discussing-"
"Yes, I can see that," Voldemort interrupted, "Lucius, Narrissa, I understand you two are to be wed. These plans are not to intervene with my plans. Am I correct?"
Lucius bowed down before replying, "Of course, my Lord, the arrangements will be well assembled, trust me."
"Good." He said simply, and then he turned to Bella. "I would like to speak with you privately, right now." He quickly turned around, and Bella followed him to his private chambers. Bella had been all over the Riddle mansion, but one thing she knew was that her Lord's chambers were absolutely off-limits.
Cissy and Lucius went outside to take a walk around the mansion. They talked excitedly about their wedding, but Cissy's mind was spinning.
"Lu, I'm worried about Bella with that pervert here, and she has no one to talk to about anything. I can barely get her to talk to me as it is." Cissy said.
"I'm sure the Dark Lord will deal with it accordingly, love, you don't have to worry about it. Come on, race you!"
He took off running, and Cissy had no choice, but to follow him. They ended up in an overflowing garden when they finally collapsed on the grass. They rolled around, and finally Cissy had Lucius pinned underneath her. She leaned down, and kissed him.
"How sentimental," a voice said, hidden in the bushes.
"Did you hear that?" Cissy asked, sitting up and looking around.
"Hear what?" Lucius asked, propping up on one elbow, looking up at Cissy.
"That voice. It sounded like Barty." She said, standing up and spinning around, her eyes searching.
Cissy started to run off to look for the voice.
"Wait, where are you going?" Lucius called to her.
"I'll be right back!" She called over her shoulder.
He sighed, and then followed her until he lost her, despairingly.
Cissy kept running, looking for the source of the voice. When she stopped to gasp for air, someone grabbed her from behind.
She screamed in surprise. "What do you want?" She spat, trying to get away from the strong man holding her.
"Well, isn't it obvious?" Barty said in her ear, "I want you." He didn't loosening his grip on her. He pinned her up against a wall of the mansion.
"Uh!" She gasped, "You bloody pervert! Get off of me, or Lucius is going to kill you!" She shouted, trying to scream, but the weight of his body forced on her lungs gave her limitable air.
"Oh, you mean your soon-to-be husband," he leaned in closer, resting his cheek on her cheek. Cissy gagged, his breath smelled so vile, "You're not taken yet, are you? You're still ripe as a cherry, waiting to be plucked." He chuckled. "I want you, and I ALWAYS get what I want!"
Cissy tried to push him off of her, but found it was hopeless. He was too strong. She shut her eyes, tight, with a sigh and reluctantly gave in. But before she knew it, his vile smell vanished. She opened her eyes.
Her savior had pulled him off her, and had thrown him, with immense anguish, down to the ground. Cissy suddenly felt faint as she watched her handsome fiancé rain punches down on her attacker.
When Cissy noticed the blood gushing out of Barti's mouth, Cissy raised a hand to stop her hero.
"Lucius," she called lightly, then fell to the ground in a faint. Instead of hitting hard dirt, she felt herself land in a warm embrace that was as soft as clouds. She focused her vision to the face that loomed over her protectively. Lucius ever so lightly curled her tighter in his arms, and gently kissed his beloved on her forehead, both cheeks, her button nose, her velvet chin, then finally on her smooth lips that were curled into a small sweet smile.
The two watched as the bloodied Barty Crouch stood up. "Lucius Malfoy, you'll pay for that," he said, then turned to Cissy, "I always get what I want," Then he strode away from them with a limp.
"Come on, let's go home." Lucius said to his love in his arms.
"Mm-k," Cissy said, dizzily, allowing herself to be lifted up and carried away.